Silence

Stupid Decisions

The next day Till discharged himself because he could hear hospital security kicking reporters and fans out. Going out a back entrance the guys picked him up and went back to their hotel.
"How you feeling Till?" Asked Richard once they got into his room.
"Better. Still hurts." Said Till.
"Alright we'll come check on you once in a while. Call if you need anything." Said Richard before they all left.
Seven hours later, Till was bored out of his mind. Getting up he decided it was a great idea to take a walk. He managed to limp out his room before stumbling over himself and landing on his bad leg.
"Ah scheisse (shit)!" Shouted Till.
He could feel something wet and warm trickle down his leg. Taking out his phone he called Flake but would have to wait since they were all out for dinner. Luckily for him the elevator dinged and hopefully he could get whoever it was to help.
"Can you-"
Till stopped mid sentence when he saw who it was. Amara stepped out and went wide-eyed at his condition. Running over she notices the growing dark spot on his lower pant leg. Narrowing her eyes she slapped him on the shoulder as if to scold him. Tugging the scarf off her neck, she tied it around his wound to slow the blood flow. Slinging one arm over her shoulder, she helped him up and into his room. Setting him on the bed she ran into the bathroom to grab towels so blood won't get all over the bed. Taking out a small med-kit she opened it up and put on medical gloves that were inside. Using a pocket knife, Amara cut open his pants a little bit above the knee. Cleaning off the dried blood, she found several stitches ripped open and blood flowing from the wound. Using forceps she removed the old stitches before restitching the wound. Luckily Till's body was pretty strong and had repaired the wound pretty well. By the time Amara was done she didn't need to inject another blood thickener like the first time she stitched him up. Cleaning up she placed an ice pack on the wound to help swelling before pulling up a chair and looked at him with arms crossed. With a definite look that said explain.
"I got bored and decided to go for a walk. I got out but tripped and landed on the injury." Said Till.
You're not supposed to even be on your leg! Why are you even out of the hospital?!
"My presence was disrupting their hospital so I checked myself out." Said Till.
OMFG! You guys need a full time babysitter! You can't just leave! You have a four inch gash in your leg and you suffered from blood loss! The others let you leave!?
"Yeah they came and picked me up." Said Till.
WTF?! And I thought at least either Doom or Flake were more responsible.
"Maybe you can be our babysitter." Said Till as Amara was typing something else.
She looked up with a blank face as Till could see the gears turning in her head. Looking back down she furiously typed out something before shoving the phone in his face.
Oh no mister. I have my own troubles I don't need to look after six dudes that decided a four inch gash was something to brush off.
"I've gotten worse. What brings you to London anyway?" Asked Till.
Amara took a deep breath to calm herself before responding.
Here to see a doctor. Saw him yesterday and today we discussed his results from his simulated surgeries. All fail so I'm gonna be going to Spain tomorrow.
"We're going to Spain too. You can come with and make sure I don't rip my stitches again." Said Till happily.
Amara deflated in defeat and let her shaking head fall into her hands.